It didn't take him long to find Sam's cell phone. Using the alias Dean knew he would use, he had the GPS turned on and found out it was in Pontiac, Illinois. What a coincidence, it was right near where Dean had been buried. He got on the road with Bobby and drove out.
The seedy motel was similar to all the others they'd stayed in, but there was just something he didn't like about Sam and Kayla being there without him. His mind was drowning in anxiety when he saw the heart on the door of the room number they were in and he knocked loudly.
He was actually relieved when some brunette answered wearing a tank top and panties. It could have been worse.
"Where is it?" The girl asked them.
"Where's…what?"
"The pizza, that it takes two guys to deliver?" She snapped.
Dean smiled. "I think we have the wrong room."
"Hey is…" Sam walked out and stopped. He looked at Dean, then at Bobby, then back at Dean. What the hell?
"Hey Sammy." Dean walked into the room, only to get a repeat greeting as Sam tried to stab him.
Bobby grabbed hold of him and tried to wrestle the knife away. "Sam it's him! I already checked him out and it's really, really him."
Sam stopped and looked at him again.
"I know," Dean smiled. "I look fantastic."
The lame joke was music to his ears. Sam hugged him.
"So are you two like…together?" The girl asked from the door.
"What?" Sam looked at her. "No, he's my brother."
"Right, I just thought that…I'm gonna go."
"That would be good."
She quickly put some clothes on and headed for the door. "So call me."
"Yeah, yeah. Sure thing Cathy." Sam opened the door for her.
She looked a little hurt. "Christy."
"Right." He waved and shut the door, turning back to the prodigal brother.
Dean watched him sit down. "So what did it cost?"
"What, the girl?" He laughed. "I don't pay for it Dean."
"That's not funny. To bring me back, what did it cost? Was it just your soul? Or was it worse? I'm off the hook and you're on? You're some demon's bitch boy? I didn't want to be saved like this."
He stood. "I wish I had done it."
"Tell me the truth Sam!"
"We tried everything, that's the truth! We tried the gate, we tried the crossroads, the demons weren't dealing! We've questioned like a hundred demons! You were rotting in hell for months, for months, alright? I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry it wasn't me."
Dean nodded, he actually believed him. "Was it Kayla?"
Sam shook his head. "She went to Dominic and he wouldn't even get her to hell much less bring you here. I doubt the others would go against him."
"Remind me to send him a thank you card." He noted a pair of her shoes against the wall by the door. "Where is she?"
"She's on a stakeout, we followed some demons out here. You should surprise her man, she's gonna freak out."
"Well the freaking out would be a concern, as I'm sure she'll react the same way you two did…" Dean shifted his weight and suddenly couldn't stand the anticipation. "Call her, tell her you found some new information."
Sam tried her cell. "It's turned off, but she'll be back soon."
He grimaced. "Where's the stakeout? I'll drive up there."
"She's got the Impala."
"I'll take Bobby's truck!" He breathed. "Dude, I need to see her."
Sam couldn't help but smile. "She'll be back soon, chill out. You don't want to miss her on the way there." Not to mention he was pretty sure he'd want to be near the motel room. "Why don't you take a shower? You smell like dirt."
"Hey you try digging out of your own grave."
